Self portraits 2.17.25
When the world ends you will not be in my bed. You will be zipping your pants to return to your family.
I am not satisfied with a sometime lover. I require devotion. Yet I find myself again The object Who heals the healer Who asks the divine Are your needs met? Most of the time when I’m deeply distracted Broke down Crying into my cup Mourning the illusion of love My friend pats my back Close your legs to married men s he tells me I never split them apart
